rk, I have written sort of an elegy for you. So, consider this a goodbye. yours truly, B***H ========================================= In death my heart returned to me Once again humming your faceless name. Along the misty tunnel of my beat-less heart, My eyes could but sketch your nameless face. I have forgotten The love that ended before it became mine. O, how I have been diseased With the spiteful cure called time. The golden bell still chants the battle hymn; Thump-thump, it beats from the heart of the mountains. O, how I have tried to stop the flowing brook; Gather the tick-tock rhythm in the palm of my hand. But your love has flown away into the night, Like the dark wings of an albatross Beautifully tainting the white. How shall I bemoan your existence? Shall I tell you my tale in whispers and broken sobs, As the restless rain? Or shall I dream of you with my eyes open wide, As the hour of stillness slowly takes hold of my pain? =============================================